A Fallen Hero

SupplementalCL

The eliminated students from yesterdays simulation had reported to gym Gamma as instructed. However it had been over an hour since and it seemed that the planned exercise for that morning was endurance. Squabbling at the center of the room were their homeroom teachers, who had taken the morning to chat amongst themselves. Aizawa and Kan were in a middle of a fierce disagreement when a deflated Almight made an entrance.

Bakugou, who hadn't been able to sleep after his late night escapade had been suited since 5am and was now fuming. "Wished they'd do that on their own fucking time," he grumbled, wishing the two buffoons could hurry it along. The teen was aching in places he never knew existed before last night, and now understood the full extent of the term rip you a new one.

An irritating voice sounded over his shoulders, "If you had no desire to train under someone of their caliber you should have passed the preliminary match." It was Monoma who seemed irritably gleeful. The blonde sashayed passed him with the flip of his fringe. "So much bolstering with little to show."

"Is that right you little weasel," Bakugou arched a brow "think I forgot about you," he threatened with the slight of his head.

Before the two had a chance to escalate things Almight cleared his throat hobbling towards them. The man raised his arm-sling, a notion of greeting, still a bit roughed up from his fight with All-for-One. "Good morning students, I see some familiar faces," he looked at Bakugou then over to Monoma. "While others I have yet to meet. I know most of you must be disappointed, but don't be so hard on yourselves. Take this next week as an opportunity to improve upon your ability to adapt."

Almight shuffled over to Aizawa and Kan with a disapproving glare. "The students who are not here, were those who combined their unique skills and took the lot of you down," he shifted his gaze onto the two blondes as he continued, "as a team. This is great example of how heroes overcome and adapt in order to achieve success. More frequent then not, you all, as heroes will be expected to work with others outside your agency. Sometimes civilians who want to contribute will intervene and can either be detrimental to your success or vital depending on how you react to the extra set of hands. All heroes must be prepared for the unimaginable. Villains, civilians, even heroes are all unpredictable and because of this it takes a meticulous person to achieve success without casualties. Notice I said person not hero, because it doesn't matter who you are as long as you have the fundamentals down pat you can make things happen, this even applies to villains."

Almight turned to Bakugou who adverted his gaze, mortified at the extent of the damaged he sustained from his tryst with the league of villains. "I know it might be difficult to imagine how mingling with other heroes can help you improve on your own skills, but it will allow you to maneuver in a crowd of heroes and be useful to the mission. In conclusion knowing what others can bring to the table is vital. Unlike yesterday, todays exercise will be about cooperation and communication so you won't be up against each other but will be put into teams."

The word team sent Midoriya into a world of guilt. There was this heaviness in his heart when he thought about yesterdays mishap. The greenette looked over to Bakugou, their eyes meeting.

Bakugou crossed his hands and looked over to Kirishima who seemed to be too absorbed in the speech. The blonde was restless and if he didn't vent he would soon fall back into his thoughts. Of course Kirishima had been that shoulder to lean on since he arrived at Yuuei, so of course he turned his attention to him. "This blows, look at all these nobodies," he ridiculed knowing it'd incite a scolding from the redhead.

Kirishima never let the trash talk slide, but curiously he was silent, still fixed on Almight. Bakugou wondered if he had even heard him, or was he intentionally ignoring him? It wasn't like him to let his vulgar remarks stand. Was it possible he was mad at him about last night? It sure wasn't like Kirishima to hold a grudge.